[Verse 1]
Grandma's hands were stained with phosphorus dreams
In the factory down on Wilson Street
Found her ID card in a shoebox beneath
Faded photographs and poetry
[Pre-Chorus]
Strike a match in the dark
Watch the memories spark
All these stories left untold
In the Northern cold
[Chorus]
I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings
Trying to fly above these factory things
But mama's words are buried in my bones
And every poem that she never showed
Burns like matchstick memories
In the dark they set me free
[Verse 2]
Three generations of assembly lines
Counting minutes till the whistle cries
Found mama's notebook, yellow with time
Full of verses she left behind
[Pre-Chorus]
Light another flame
Different but the same
All these dreams we hold
Refuse to fold
[Chorus]
I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings
Trying to fly above these factory things
But mama's words are buried in my bones
And every poem that she never showed
Burns like matchstick memories
In the dark they set me free
[Bridge]
Sometimes I hear the machines at night
Singing songs of lives we left behind
But in these words, I find my fight
Breaking patterns, one line at a time
[Outro]
Strike me like a match against the wall
Watch me burn, watch me rise, watch me fall
But I'll write my story after all
In the light of the factory hall
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[Verse 1]
Grandma's hands were stained with phosphorus dreams
In the factory down on Wilson Street
Found her ID card in a shoebox beneath
Faded photographs and poetry
[Pre-Chorus]
Strike a match in the dark
Watch the memories spark
All these stories left untold
In the Northern cold
[Chorus]
I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings
Trying to fly above these factory things
But mama's words are buried in my bones
And every poem that she never showed
Burns like matchstick memories
In the dark they set me free
[Verse 2]
Three generations of assembly lines
Counting minutes till the whistle cries
Found mama's notebook, yellow with time
Full of verses she left behind
[Pre-Chorus]
Light another flame
Different but the same
All these dreams we hold
Refuse to fold
[Chorus]
I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings
Trying to fly above these factory things
But mama's words are buried in my bones
And every poem that she never showed
Burns like matchstick memories
In the dark they set me free
[Bridge]
Sometimes I hear the machines at night
Singing songs of lives we left behind
But in these words, I find my fight
Breaking patterns, one line at a time
[Outro]
Strike me like a match against the wall
Watch me burn, watch me rise, watch me fall
But I'll write my story after all
In the light of the factory hall
Grandma's hands were stained with phosphorus dreams
In the factory down on Wilson Street
Found her ID card in a shoebox beneath
Faded photographs and poetry
[Pre-Chorus]
Strike a match in the dark
Watch the memories spark
All these stories left untold
In the Northern cold
[Chorus]
I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings
Trying to fly above these factory things
But mama's words are buried in my bones
And every poem that she never showed
Burns like matchstick memories
In the dark they set me free
[Verse 2]
Three generations of assembly lines
Counting minutes till the whistle cries
Found mama's notebook, yellow with time
Full of verses she left behind
[Pre-Chorus]
Light another flame
Different but the same
All these dreams we hold
Refuse to fold
[Chorus]
I'm just a matchstick girl with paper wings
Trying to fly above these factory things
But mama's words are buried in my bones
And every poem that she never showed
Burns like matchstick memories
In the dark they set me free
[Bridge]
Sometimes I hear the machines at night
Singing songs of lives we left behind
But in these words, I find my fight
Breaking patterns, one line at a time
[Outro]
Strike me like a match against the wall
Watch me burn, watch me rise, watch me fall
But I'll write my story after all
In the light of the factory hall
Writer: Joao Guerra
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC